It's now the end of August, in a few days it will be September, which is the hottest time of the year. The average temperature in Jiangzhou City is above thirty-five degrees, with the highest reaching 39.9 degrees.
But this girl is wearing a big cotton jacket, a hat on her head, and a mask on her face, covering herself up tightly.
Even so, she seems to still feel very cold, holding a hand warmer.
In the medical books that Li Chuan inherited, there are many recorded cases, but none like this.
"Mr. Li, this is my daughter, named Spring Letter, I hope Mr. Li can take a look." Fang Tianming said.
Who would have thought, just as he finished speaking, Fang Chunxin shook her head and said, "Dad, it's useless. We have consulted so many old Chinese medicine doctors before, all of whom have great reputations and are widely praised, but none of them could treat my illness. Why have you now found such a young brat?"
